Versuri The Season

Come all you lads and lasses, I'd have you give
attention
To these few lines I'm about to write here,
'Tis of the four seasons of the year that I shall
mention,
The beauty of all things doth appear.
And now you are young and all in your prosperity,
Come cheer up your hearts and revive like the
spring
Join off in pairs like the birds in February
That St. Valentine's Day it forth do bring.
Then cometh Spring, which all the land doth
nourish;
The fields are beginning to be decked with green,
The trees put forth their buds and the blossoms
they do flourish,
And the tender blades of corn on the earth are to
be seen.
Don't you see the little lambs by the dams
a-playing?
The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove.
The flowers they are springing, the maids they go
a-Maying,
In love all hearts seem now to move.
Next cometh Autumn with the sun so hot and
piercing;
The sportsman goes forth with his dog and his gun
To fetch down the woodcock, the partridge and the
pheasant,
For health and for profit as well as for fun.
Behold, with loaded apple-trees the farmer is
befriended,
They will fill up his casks that have long laid
dry.
All nature seems to weary now, her task is nearly
ended,
And more of the seasons will come by and by.
When night comes on with song and tale we pass
the wintry hours;
By keeping up a cheerful heart we hope for better
days.
We tend the cattle, sow the seed, give work unto
the ploughers,
With patience wait till winter yields before the
sun's fair rays.
And so the world goes round and round, and every
time and season
With pleasure and with profit crowns the passage
of the year,
And so through every time of life, to him who
acts with reason,
The beauty of all things doth appear.